TEXAS

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I’m in Texas
Hop in the back of the truck
I got a bag and a buck
Ended up bagging 'em up
Got the whole gang in the VIP
I don’t like texting 'n shit
I don’t like messaging bitches
I don’t remember these bitches
Running the tab up, yuh
That was a bad move
She tracing my tattoos
Got ass like a baboon
Got Erykah Badu playing in the back
Youngin from the west side, left of the map
Little miss sunshine like a relapse
If I hit once I don’t ever look back
I’m on to the next one (ay), on to the next, on to the next
On to the next one, on to the next, on to the next
I gotta ex, all on my neck, all on my neck
All on my neck, all on my neck, all on my neck
Really coming out the paint, y’all
Barely taking any days off
Taking a break for a minute
Stranger Things, then I daze off
Never had Showtime or HBO
I don’t be watching no Game of Thrones
Taking a shop in a daze (oh)
Trap to em all the way home, yuh
Flipping the page and I’m flipping the script
Swerving the lanes, I’m on the way
Floating away like napkins in the wind
Two seater limousine tint, huh
I turned this chick to a nympho
Holding her up like a tent pole
Pussy popping like a benzo
This is how it’s going, evidently all or nothing
We just fuck time after time, after time, after time
I’m onto the next one, on to the next, on to the next
On to the next one, on to the next, on to the next
I gotta ex, all on my neck, all on my neck
All on my neck, all on my neck, all on my neck
I’m onto the next one, on to the next, on to the next
On to the next one, on to the next, on to the next
I gotta ex
All on my neck, all on my neck, all on my neck
Yeah